Free The Anniversary Party by Sommer Marsden Page A

and uncertainty away. She wanted to say yes and forgive all. She wanted to throw her arms around his tanned neck and tell him it was all okay. Fine. All of it. Forever and ever, amen. They could go back to the life they had before. They could continue on with their plans and make it what it should be. Hell, they could make it better than they had ever dreamed.
    A tiny spark of fear quickly turned to a fire when she let herself remember how sad she had been. Inside her, the need to make everything right and the fear of being hurt again twisted her gut. And then there was the issue of his warm breath on her face and his kind eyes staring at her.
    Not letting herself think, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
    Wade's lips stayed pressed together for a moment, his hands fluttering along her upper arms like tentative wings. Then his mouth softened, and Kylie forced her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss. She felt him gasp a little and almost laughed. She felt like gasping a little herself.
    He moved as if he might pull away to say something, so she threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. Sweeping her tongue over his, claiming his mouth with her own. She felt her anger and her hurt drain away with each dancing caress. The fear and anxiety that she would never be happy again drifted away like dust. This is what she wanted to do, so she would do it.
    "I don't know what that means,” he muttered against her lips and then scooped her up in his arms, “but it's doing funny things to me. Do you? Do you forgive me, Kylie?"
    "I shouldn't,” she said between kisses, “but I do. I have to."
    Wade pushed the door back with his foot, and never stopping their kiss, he carried her to her messy bed. He planted her at the top, swept the bedding to the floor and knelt between her thighs. Taking Kylie's hands in his, he kissed each finger, her palms.
    "I love you,” he stated simply and unbuttoned her pants after a moment's hesitation, “and unless you have an objection, I might actually die if I don't make love to you right now."
    The fine hairs along her nape pricked with excitement. She watched, mesmerized, as his broad fingers worked the delicate button on her jeans, claimed the zipper. The zipper hissed and Kylie arched her hips without thinking. He made quick work of the jeans and her shred of silk panties as she unbuttoned her blouse. She felt as if she would burst into flames if she didn't get it off that instant.
    "You are stunning.” Wade sighed. His hands smoothed the skin of her thighs, feathered over her hips, dipped for one delicious second into her belly button. Kylie shivered, followed by a groan as he hefted her breasts in his palms. Playing his fingers along the sides, thumbing the hard pink nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and her sex became liquid velvet. Clenching. Anticipating the moment when he would slide into her and fill her.
    Wade slipped his fingers into the neatly trimmed curls on her mound. Kylie sank back on her elbows, watching him, trying to breathe. He dipped his head to place kisses on her knees, her calves. He began kissing a trail up her inner thigh and her heart stuttered in her chest like an engine losing life. “I'm so sorry,” he muttered against the baby soft skin, “so sorry I ruined everything. Wasted time. Stole our future.” Each word vibrated through her skin, building her pleasure and need. His tongue swirled delicate patterns over her, reaching higher with each stroke. “All I ask is that you let me make it right. Let me win it back.” He sighed, finally reaching his destination. Kylie wanted to say yes, but could say nothing as the silky humidity of his mouth claimed her clit.
    She let him do it for a moment. Tickle, swirl, suck and lave. Her breasts ached for more of his touch, nipples painfully yet pleasurably hard. She sank into the sensation of his lips, his teeth, his tongue and the wonders they performed. Then she sank her fingers into the hard expanse of